The Stranger

Moral principles should not require me to act as though I am someone else.

The Delirium Waltz

I cannot remember when it began. The lights were low. We were walking across the floor, over polished wood and inlaid marble, through shallow water, through dustings of snow, through cloudy figures of fallen light. I cannot remember, but I think you were there, whoever you were. (Mark Strand)

Long Lost Hills

Across the desolation lay supreme indifference, the casualness of night and another day, and yet the secret intimacy of those hills, their silent consoling wonder, made death a thing of no importance. You could die, but the desert would hold your secret death, it would remain after you, to cover your memory with ageless wind and heat and cold. (John Fante)

"We’re all one beat away from becoming elevator music" - Don Delillo

Instrumentalist

(Auden's Romanticism chart from Swarthmore College)

"In writing words to be set to music, one has to remember that, probably, only one word in three will be heard. So, one must avoid complicated imagery. Suitable are verbs of motion, interjections, lists, and nouns like moon, sea, love, death." - W.H. Auden (The Paris Review, Spring 1974)

"The world was dust, and dust it would become."

Thank you, space expert

Hubble (November 20, 1889 - September 28, 1953)

Excerpt from The Hubble Diary:

"The telescope puts us upon as much of a frightening precipice as it is inspiring; for there is no other scientific instrument that closer emulates a mirror, and to peer in to the unknown corners of the universe is to admit the true microcosmic nature of ourselves: cold, black, indifferent...layered with vast expanses that burst with blinding beauty. I can only look for so long..."

Light in August

Photographs of my exhibit at the Jane Roos Gallery during August...

*note: all quotations are original (Norfolk Featherborne, Cecil Vane).

The theatre is truly a lonely place.
- François ‘Grizzly’ Gauthier. Paris, France. 1947.


There is nothing that speaks more truth than silence.
- Lomoan Des Priea. Lisbon, Portugal. 1601.


Sometimes the best way of arriving at somewhere new is by abandoning a sense of direction.
– Harold Gluff. Oxfordshire, England. 1932.


The key to life is in the door.
- Johnathan Rondos. [Inspired optimist] Los Angeles, California. 1919.


God is the light bulb, and I am merely the switch.
- Brahms Stoltz. Geneva, Switzerland. 1910.


One should never identify with anything other than one's self.

- Melchester Deville. London, England. 1835.


Strange is the realization upon first waking that the room in which you have slept is completely in tact, exactly as it was left the night before, though such theatrical occurrences could be sworn to have taken place.
- Webber Schoeheim. Jerusalem, Promise Land. 80 B.C.E


A sincere ignorance of fashion keeps one fashionable.
-Sheila Torpel. New York City. 1975.


Before there was language, there was art.
- Jepruda Earthvowel. Undated.


The constant collision of the heart and the mind derails ones pursuit for rationalization.
- Dan Marwin. Manchester, England. 1551.


Literature is not only in the hands of famous writers.
- Edgar Von Dunwerther. Vienna, Austria. 1805.


We are bound by nothing other than the limitations of our own imagination.
- Tiffle Querpe. New Orleans, Louisiana. 1934.


More often than not, it is those who must speak that have the least to say.
- Albert Burtrangle. Cologne, Germany. 1914.

It is easiest to find what you are looking for when you know who you are.

- Ralph Scheble. Chicago, Illinois. 1981.


Fishing is the art of understanding the link between whatever it is that makes things move and the proportional causes that make things stay still.
- Russell Gorp (Aquatic Kinesiologist).

St. Johns, Newfoundland. 1984.


Tomorrow is today.
- Toby Ragwort. Antwerp, Belgium. 2076.

End of the Day

A walk in the light of the
summer afternoon
near the house that held
half a room,
Frames determining
whether doors open or close
I saw nothing
but reflective surfaces
and washed-out impressions
In the light I'll hide
Fugitive as a dream
Toward the end of the day
One can only wait for so long
To wake up and arrive
But tomorrow will end too
It always does...

Happy Birthday Norfolk!

"To be without lox; is to be without harmony, without soul" - Matt Hoffman, August 30, 1995

Pedaling; Coast to Coast

Skipping stones across the sea is parallel to waiting for the bus - it gets tiresome. - Tanopper, Fruitmeyer. Somewhere in the Mediterranean, 196-?

Too Fast To Live

This is it:

Dearly Beloved

When Dearly Beloved hit the stage Saturday August 7th at Lee's Palace in Toronto, it was clear they were "here to fuck shit up". For a good half hour, they poured their guts out all over that stage, delivering a heavy slew of raw power rock n' roll songs from their recently released album, Make It Bleed. These guys don't slow down for a second, and certainly intensified the atmosphere, getting the crowd moving and pumped up for headliner Juliette Lewis, who they are currently on tour with. This is one hard working band that love to play - surely a band to be on any rock music lover's radar. Check em out at:

www.myspace.com/dearlybeloved